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Poetry


Your poetry arises by itself when you and the object
have become one, when you have plunged deep enough
into the object to see something like a hidden light
glimmering there…

~ Matsuo Basho

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Poetry


Your poetry arises by itself when you and the object
have become one, when you have plunged deep enough
into the object to see something like a hidden light
glimmering there…

~ Matsuo Basho

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poetry

Our explorations of Nature sometimes bring us face-to-face with some Thing—

or an interaction of Things—that leaves us emotionally unsettled: perhaps long held perspectives are challenged… or long unfelt senses are suddenly excited. The roots of our reaction often lie deep within our unconscious—making them imperceptible to our everyday awareness. Yet, such sensory disturbances often hold remarkable spiritual and
creative blessings.

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Turkey Vulture


 

 

 

 

They sweep over the glades looking for death, and eat it, 
to make it vanish, to make of it the miracle: resurrection…

~ Mary Oliver

 

 

 

Turkey Vulture


 

 

 

 

They sweep over the glades looking for death, and eat it, 
to make it vanish, to make of it the miracle: resurrection…

~ Mary Oliver

 

 

 

For me, the poetic tradition offers a wonderful key for unlocking the door to these blessings. 

By choosing to explore our experience through poetry, we ritually surrender it to our creative imagination—which views the experience through a very different lens than that of our day-to-day perspectives. As our imagination explores the experience, seemingly conflicting elements may effortlessly form loving relationships… unexpected insights may arise from a mist of confusion… and mythic correspondences may spontaneously announce themselves.

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Salmon


 

 

 

Flesh surrendered by Spirit as sun seeks solitude of night
And night opens to sun after a long nourishing sleep…

~ Ronald Keith Salmon

 

 

 

Salmon


 

 

 

Flesh surrendered by Spirit as sun seeks solitude of night
And night opens to sun after a long nourishing sleep…

~ Ronald Keith Salmon

 

 

 

Our imagination then offers up a constellation of words and phrases…

rhymes and rhythms… that animates our poem with the breath of Life. And—within this living and breathing poem—the True Nature of our experience stands revealed…

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Poems

 

The Followed Flock

When Old Sheepmen Die

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Trails


 

Imagine now yourself as the lost…
on this landscape of trails… 
this criss upon cross… unable to choose… 
realizing—at last—life not yours left to lose…

~ Ronald Keith Salmon

 

Trails


 

Imagine now yourself as the lost…
on this landscape of trails… 
this criss upon cross… unable to choose… 
realizing—at last—life not yours left to lose…

~ Ronald Keith Salmon